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[Intro: OsamaSon]

(Bee, bee, bee)

[Verse 1: OsamaSon]

P-pour a duece, black truck, we flip it

Perc-15, I couldn't even get it

I need two cups, you get it?

C-count up too much, digits

Shit, way I whip, that ho wan' get in

Tell ya' lil' ho, "Get in," yeah

On God, I got my stick in, lil' bitch, I'm not missin', yeah

Watch your back, 'fore lil' slime get it, 'cause he heard you dissin' (Pff)

On me, put the stick on your homie (Pff-pff)

I-I got way too geeked, fucked up my stomach, throw up green (Pff)

Me and MAC 11, go three-peat, fuck up the scene

Who invited these hoes?

Fa-fast ass whip, Geronimo

My shit lift you off your toes

I-I'm gon' shoot, don't get too close

Fuck that Track' up, then count more

Diamonds bright, fuck up my flow

[Verse 2: Summrs]

Yeah, she wanna fuck on Lil' Rino, you could go fuck on Lil' O, yeah

I'm high as a plane, I'm high as a jet, the money is still on the floor, yeah

You fuck with my gang, put chops on your neck, you know how that shit go, yeah

Fuck all them diamonds, put you on a plane, you thought a young nigga was broke, yeah

I'm flexin' on jit, she impressin' my dick, you knew this lil' ho was on go, yeah

Just get on your knees and eat me up, bitch, I'm knowin' that you is a pro

Diamonds came from Africa, and I'll turn this bitch to a massacre

I ain't up in no Challenger, I'm in a Maybach

Huh, huh, pull out my visa, she seen that it's black, she think she gettin' everythin'

Huh, my diamonds like a wedding ring, woo, that chopper sing like Eddie King

I pull up on shit in the rain, yeah, nigga think that he gang, yeah

But that bitch really a stain, I'm walkin' on shit with my cane

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, take some racks out the bank

Yeah, then I go to Johnny Dang, woo

Bitch finna give me that brain, woo

Say she wanna wear my chain, woo

I'm up in this bitch with my eagle, she wanted that dick, so I gave her a sequel, yeah

It's lil' Rino, baby, nice to meet you, yeah

You know that I hang 'round creatures, yeah

You know that I hang around niggas that go in them houses then jump out the bleachers

Leave some stains on your shirt, yeah, so you know that I gotta come bleach you, yeah

I ain't fuckin' with none of these leeches, yeah, I ain't fuckin' with none of these treeshes

Like get on her knees, start preachin'

Give a fuck about that contract, they ain't tryna pay a nigga to not breach it

I keep shit P, she think I'm a P, 'cause I got Moncler of every season

One of my shooters, he do more hits than the motherfuckin' Beatles

'Fore I clock out the game, I'ma get your bitch-ass soaked out before the fuckin' beeper nigga

[Outro]

Huh, huh

Double R, bird business, double R, bird business

These niggas ain't with us, nigga, you is a witness, yeah, huh, huh